I smiled mysteriously, "I want to go to your house tonight and taste the candlelight dinner you made once more. I'll tell you what the good news is then."

Carter slammed on the brakes and almost ran a red light.

He turned his head and looked at me incredulously, "Really?"

"Yes, Mr. Carter, you heard me right."

"You don't mind Vanessa ......" he explained, "It was actually my mother's idea, it had nothing to do with me and I had a headache."

"If you don't want to see her, I can let her go right now."

He picked up his phone to call, and I immediately stopped him, "Don't worry,...